Fenrir's Fangs

34. Self-Surpassing

  "WILL to Truth" do ye call it, ye wisest ones, that which
impelleth you and maketh you ardent?
  Will for the thinkableness of all being: thus do I call your will!
  All being would ye make thinkable: for ye doubt with good reason
whether it be already thinkable.
  But it shall accommodate and bend itself to you! So willeth your
will. Smooth shall it become and subject to the spirit, as its
mirror and reflection.
  That is your entire will, ye wisest ones, as a Will to Power; and
even when ye speak of good and evil, and of estimates of value.
  Ye would still create a world before which ye can bow the knee: such
is your ultimate hope and ecstasy.
  The ignorant, to be sure, the people- they are like a river on which
a boat floateth along: and in the boat sit the estimates of value,
solemn and disguised.
  Your will and your valuations have ye put on the river of
becoming; it betrayeth unto me an old Will to Power, what is
believed by the people as good and evil.
  It was ye, ye wisest ones, who put such guests in this boat, and
gave them pomp and proud names- ye and your ruling Will!
  Onward the river now carrieth your boat: it must carry it. A small
matter if the rough wave foameth and angrily resisteth its keel!
  It is not the river that is your danger and the end of your good and
evil, ye wisest ones: but that Will itself, the Will to Power- the
unexhausted, procreating life-will.
  But that ye may understand my gospel of good and evil, for that
purpose will I tell you my gospel of life, and of the nature of all
living things.
  The living thing did I follow; I walked in the broadest and
narrowest paths to learn its nature.
  With a hundred-faced mirror did I catch its glance when its mouth
was shut, so that its eye might speak unto me. And its eye spake
unto me.
  But wherever I found living things, there heard I also the
language of obedience. All living things are obeying things.
  And this heard I secondly: Whatever cannot obey itself, is
commanded. Such is the nature of living things.
  This, however, is the third thing which I heard- namely, that
commanding is more difficult than obeying. And not only because the
commander beareth the burden of all obeyers, and because this burden
readily crusheth him:-
  An attempt and a risk seemed all commanding unto me; and whenever it
commandeth, the living thing risketh itself thereby.
  Yea, even when it commandeth itself, then also must it atone for its
commanding. Of its own law must it become the judge and avenger and
victim.
  How doth this happen! So did I ask myself. What persuadeth the
living thing to obey, and command, and even be obedient in commanding?
  Hearken now unto my word, ye wisest ones! Test it seriously, whether
I have crept into the heart of life itself, and into the roots of
its heart!
  Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will to Power; and
even in the will of the servant found I the will to be master.
  That to the stronger the weaker shall serve- thereto persuadeth he
his will who would be master over a still weaker one. That delight
alone he is unwilling to forego.
  And as the lesser surrendereth himself to the greater that he may
have delight and power over the least of all, so doth even the
greatest surrender himself, and staketh- life, for the sake of power.
  It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and danger, and play
dice for death.
  And where there is sacrifice and service and love-glances, there
also is the will to be master. By by-ways doth the weaker then slink
into the fortress, and into the heart of the mightier one- and there
stealeth power.
  And this secret spake Life herself unto me. "Behold," said she, "I
am that which must ever surpass itself.
  To be sure, ye call it will to procreation, or impulse towards a
goal, towards the higher, remoter, more manifold: but all that is
one and the same secret.
  Rather would I succumb than disown this one thing; and verily, where
there is succumbing and leaf-falling, lo, there doth Life sacrifice
itself- for power!
  That I have to be struggle, and becoming, and purpose, and
cross-purpose- ah, he who divineth my will, divineth well also on what
crooked paths it hath to tread!
  Whatever I create, and however much I love it,- soon must I be
adverse to it, and to my love: so willeth my will.
  And even thou, discerning one, art only a path and footstep of my
will: verily, my Will to Power walketh even on the feet of thy Will to
Truth!
  He certainly did not hit the truth who shot at it the formula: "Will
to existence": that will- doth not exist!
  For what is not, cannot will; that, however, which is in
existence- how could it still strive for existence!
  Only where there is life, is there also will: not, however, Will
to Life, but- so teach I thee- Will to Power!
  Much is reckoned higher than life itself by the living one; but
out of the very reckoning speaketh- the Will to Power!"-
  Thus did Life once teach me: and thereby, ye wisest ones, do I solve
you the riddle of your hearts.
  Verily, I say unto you: good and evil which would be everlasting- it
doth not exist! Of its own accord must it ever surpass itself anew.
  With your values and formulae of good and evil, ye exercise power,
ye valuing ones: and that is your secret love, and the sparkling,
trembling, and overflowing of your souls.
  But a stronger power groweth out of your values, and a new
surpassing: by it breaketh egg and egg-shell.
  And he who hath to be a creator in good and evil- verily, he hath
first to be a destroyer, and break values in pieces.
  Thus doth the greatest evil pertain to the greatest good: that,
however, is the creating good.-
  Let us speak thereof, ye wisest ones, even though it be bad. To be
silent is worse; all suppressed truths become poisonous.
  And let everything break up which- can break up by our truths!
Many a house is still to be built!-

  Thus spake Zarathustra.